Last Sniff (feat. MF DOOM)

As the clock ticks, he plays the low NY sticks Pause, deep cover, binocular optics Only spotted a rice grain on a chopstick Zoomed out to notice a shiny badge, officer dropkick Must've been pork fries, spit a chunk of fodder at this partner As he put the ride in park, I see both eyes staring out the oppostie side On the block as they spied, a fiend glide by Hotter than July, what a bullshit disguise Vest bulging through the sides, aviator hides It's just 5 past lunch rush, last time a fast guy took a dive Step lively, lookin' live The city don't sleep or take naps And won't easily concede to jake traps How quick he makes scraps through fake daps Either the trees, the D, or cracks that break snap Choose your poison, amusing or annoyin' Just be sure to avoid the blues in them boys an' 'em They're not toyin', taxpayers help employ 'em They turn around and treat 'em more worse than they goyim Soarin' past the krilla to the other wearin' denim Lees They real dirty, plain clothes enemies Tend to be pretending, in it to end the dude's legacy With numbers that run concurrent, still it'd be a century Or end in a heartbeat, them streets damned For simply just tryna eat and feed fam The drug war turned out to be a complete sham All the while throughout the sytem, a beat jam Not my problem, he's here to watch the watchers to the last shift And get paid, good if who ask if And be ready to blast through the hood, don't let your mask shift And put that work in overtime to the last sniff